My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 129

Zina lunged at Plasdors. She wanted to end him fast.

Hurry tried to block her path, then had to dodge the storm of blows from Sys.

— Come here, archer. Let’s finish this! Zina roared.

Plasdors answered only with that smile spilling across his face.

With inhuman speed, he loosed more than twenty arrows in twenty seconds. Every single one aimed at a vital point on Zina.

« I feel it. I can do it again. » Zina thought.

Facing the arrow storm, she clenched her fist.

When she threw it toward Plasdors, the same pillar of fire erupted once more.

The ether arrows were simply incinerated. Yet even with the attack about to mow him down, Plasdors kept smiling.

Planting his feet hard against the ground, he fired one arrow that plunged straight into the fire column.

Zina thought it was just a desperate last shot.

But suddenly the arrow burst out and buried itself in her shoulder.

« What… »

That was Zina’s thought, but something else caught her attention.

She saw Plasdors standing above the pillar of flame. With a few gestures that looked casual to him, three arrows pierced straight through Zina’s abdomen.

— Nice, your attack is strong. But if I’m faster than it, it’s useless! Plasdors screamed.

In an instant, Zina understood her mistake. The move had worked on Hurry because he was close-range. Plasdors… no.

« Doesn’t matter. It’s still my attack. My property. »

She forced herself up, struggling, used everything she had left and shot forward through the air toward Plasdors. He never stopped raining arrows on her.

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Yet none hit. Even mid-flight, Zina displayed insane agility.

Only a few meters separated them. Plasdors now aimed only at her head, his face twisted with pure killing intent.

But against all odds, Zina stopped dead and grabbed her own pillar of fire.

At her touch, the column thinned, twisted, solidified into a sword of pure flame, flickering between matter and energy.

Without a word, without a reaction, Zina slashed diagonally. Plasdors’s body was swallowed by flames the instant the blade touched him.

She struck twice more, diagonal both ways.

A blazing red X appeared on Plasdors’s burning body, now split in two.

Sigh.

Collapsing to the ground, Zina pulled out every arrow stuck in her flesh and stared at the fight ahead.

— You better win, ‘cause I’m completely done.

She looked at her hand—the one that had held the pure-flame sword. A black mark was already forming. The start of a burn.

…………

No rules. That’s how Hurry had shifted his fighting style after witnessing Plasdors’s pathetic end.

During their clash, he kept trying low sweeps on Sys. All failed.

Sys saw exactly what he was attempting.

« Fine. She ended mine, I’ll end hers. » Sys thought.

As Hurry brought both swords crashing down on her, Sys calmly placed her second hand on the spear. Like a third arm, in one delicate, lightning-fast motion, the spear tip nearly pierced Hurry’s throat. At the last second he brought his blades up to parry.

— You… still hiding cards, huh. he muttered.

Then he stared in shock. Some kind of aura now covered Sys’s entire body and the spear.

No. Not aura. Fire. Fire coating her skin and weapon.

Hurry realized.

In a high, scorching voice, Sys declared:

— Time for you to die.

Gone.

Hurry stayed focused despite the surprise. He spun at the last moment and barely parried Sys’s strike.

She instantly broke off, then attacked from every angle.

« Shit, her speed just exploded… But I can be fast too. » Hurry thought.

What followed was a chorus of steel and flame. Hurry parrying, gaining precision with every heartbeat.

To Sys, his attacks were simply too lethal. One single mistake from Hurry and his throat would be gone.

Laugh.

Sys’s spear range extended with fire. The next instant, Hurry’s left arm flew into the sky, far from its owner.

— Aaaaaaaaah!

Hurry staggered back, roaring in pain.

But Sys, calm smile on her lips, thrust her spear straight at his throat. Hurry swung his remaining sword down on her.

« I’ll call it Sphere Form for now. » Sys thought.

Suddenly she spun the spear until it formed a perfect circle.

Eyes wide, Hurry watched helplessly as his second arm left him. He looked down—slash across the abdomen. But the fatal one was at his throat, so thin it was nearly invisible.

— Wow, Sys! You should’ve used that from the start! Zina yelled.

— Don’t talk nonsense. It’s risky. I’d end up as wrecked as you. You can barely stand.

Zina rolled her eyes.

— You got me… Fine, it was my first time using something like that. Cut me some slack.

— Pssht.

— You definitely talk too much, Sys replied.

Ready for the next part whenever you are.